Kill to End the Fighting

When the Divine Silkworm Princess reached Gu Qingyao's side, she was stunned. She was certain this peerlessly graceful woman was no weaker than she was, and might even be a Great Saint of the present age.

The Divine Silkworm Princess had escaped death and spent her time cultivating in Nirvana to recover her strength. She had now reached the Saint King Ninth Heavenly Layer, yet Gu Qingyao seemed utterly elusive to her. With her eyes closed, the woman felt like a painted scroll.

"To think the Human Race has a heaven-blessed woman like you, sister. It seems I needn't worry."

The Divine Silkworm Princess gave a soft sigh.

"Please, sit. Let's watch what happens. The Human Race has never needed others to help it survive. It has always been strong."

Gu Qingyao spoke, her voice gentle and moving, like a song that would endure through the ages.

Even in the Primordial Era, when emperors rose in succession, each came from a different race.

Yet the Human Race had produced two emperors even then: the Solar Saint Emperor and the Supreme Yin Human Emperor.

And that was to say nothing of the Desolate Ancient Era, the Human Race's most glorious age. Who knew how many old monsters in the forbidden zones had obediently bowed their heads? The stubborn ones who refused had all died.

The Void Great Emperor alone had killed several.

So Gu Qingyao had not exaggerated in the slightest.

Had Gu Qingyao known of the Mythological Era, she would have been even more confident in the Human Race. Which of the nine Heavenly Venerables had not been human? They had merely fallen.

Go back further still, and even Baby Hao, who had stood alone through eternity, was human.

The Divine Silkworm Princess sat down and spoke quietly with Gu